No. (Story End)

You bite down hard and grit your teeth, glaring defiance at her. The woman smiles broadly. "Oh good. I've been looking for a new toy. " She says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Your mind and body go limp in her hands, and you feel yourself falling. Down, down, down...

Darkness. All around you. Never ending darkness. You shout, but there is no reply. Not even an echo. Then, warmth fills your body. It grows and grows, building inside you. You recognize this feeling. It's lust. A soft chuckle comes from the void. The woman. You call out to her, but only her laughter responds. "My last toy lasted me a hundred years before it bored me. I think I can get at least two centuries out of you."

You try to cry out again, but moan instead as the lust inside you turns into pleasure. Every breath, every heartbeat, every synapse firing, overwhelms you with unholy pleasure. Your need for release overtakes your every thought, but it never comes. You masturbate furiously, and all you succeed in is mounting your pleasure even higher, and your need for orgasm even greater. Tears flow freely from your eyes as you endure this forever climbing desire.

You spend the rest of your days like this, subjected to pleasures and perversions beyond imagination, always kept on the very brink of the little ****. Your screams and howls and cries go unanswered, except for an amused chuckle and a wicked smile.

End.